Page 84 of Possession

“Roman—”

I slap him again and grab his hips, yanking himpartway off the bed. I’m at his hole and shoving inside even before his feet settle on the ground. He cries out as I penetrate him, forcing my dick deep into his ass, making his body yield to mine. I shove his head down onto the bed and start to fuck him.

He moans and cries out as I pump into him. My grip is brutal. My thrusts are deep. He wants more. He draws one of his knees up onto the mattress, opening himself further. I get my foot up onto the bed. I lean over him and grab his hair, smashing his head down more as I rut him until he comes with a sharp cry.

His ass clenches on me as he orgasms. His body thrashes in my hold as I keep fucking him.

I don’t let him rest. He moans and cries and claws at the sheets as I keep thrusting into him. The anger in my heart starts to burn through my whole body as I unleash it.

Lucas starts moaning. I reach my free hand around his torso and up to grip his throat. I growl against him as I fuck him hard and deep until he comes again, screaming louder this time, bucking against me until something snaps inside me. I punch forward as my orgasm seizes my body abruptly. I come hard inside him, my cock kicking and filling him.

I spasm against him as I keep releasing until my anger fades. It leaves me feeling exhausted and shaken.

I crawl up onto the bed and drag Lucas with me. He’s limp and shaky. I curl my body around his. He grabs onto my wrists, holding me there.

I’m trembling, but I just let it happen because I know that I’m safe with Lucas. I don’t have to hide my anger—or my pain.

THIRTY

Lucas

We haven’t left our room for two days, and I’m getting a little worried. I’m trying to be patient, and it’s not like I don’t love being with Roman like this. I just hope that we’re not starting over.

To be fair, he hasn’t left the room either. I don’t even know who’s been leaving us food or what’s been happening except for the text updates we’ve gotten. Quinn is here and will fully recover, and things are “under control” with Anton’s death.

We’ve also learned that Anton’s bodyguard confessed to Anton having drugged Roman four years ago in order to sell him and make him disappear. He saw Roman and Vitali together as a threat and eliminated Roman to hamstring Vitali. Anton, apparently, couldn’t stomach killing Roman four years ago, but he decided that he had to now because he thought Roman was starting to remember the truth. Anton was the one who told a contact in the DiMaggio family where Roman and I were having dinner.

Anton was the reason Roman suffered so much for so many years.

Roman hasn’t wanted to talk about it, but as we lie in bed together, he says abruptly, “Your stepfather did the same thing to you.”

The pain of that knowledge washes through me, but it’s a mere fact and there’s a larger truth that matters more. “It turned out pretty good though.”

If not for my stepfather’s betrayal, I would never have met Roman. I would still be living in my shitty apartment and working my shitty job. I would still be lost and alone. I would still have no idea what love is.

Roman’s fingers trace my spine. “I’m still going to kill him.”

I fight the impulse to point out that that would require him to leave this room. I just say, “I know.”

Roman hears the unspoken part anyway. If you’re paying attention, you can hear a lot that isn’t put into words.

“I’m almost ready,” he says quietly.

I draw away enough to see his face. “I love you.”

He gazes back at me. “I love you too.”

I smile, enjoying the words whether I need them or not. Roman kisses me. His lips are firm, his kiss dominant. I open to it. I love it. My cock stiffens and so does his. Then he starts marking me, sucking at my neck to make his claim visible.

He rolls over top of me. We’ve had sex a lot, so I’m ready for him, already slick inside with his cum. He spreads my legs and enters me.

I still can’t believe how much I love having sex with him, how easy it is to let go. It feels so good to have him inside me. I love the way his cock fills me and moves in my body. I love the sounds he makes. I love when he fucks me in this position because I can watch him.

His body is so powerful and so damn beautiful. I know it’s still hard for him to look at himself, but I’ll look for us both until he can. His face is so handsome, his eyes intent. His abs flex as he drives into me. I can see his cock jutting hard from his body as he fucks me.

When I come, releasing all over my stomach, he thrusts deep and pumps into me, filling me so full that I spill over. He pulls me up, keeping his cock inside me as I settle atop him, leakingaround his buried cock. He drops his forehead against my shoulder.

We just breathe for a while, both of us knowing that it’s time to break free of this self-imposed prison. Part of me will be sad to escape.

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